make me feel good. Thank you for reading, thank you for voting, thank you for encouraging.
But dude, I’m feeling weird about entering that contest now. I’m ready for it to be over, so I can have the manuscript back and start making changes. Edits. Big edits.
It feels like…..[Here I spend time thinking about an appropriate analogy and this is what I come up with:]
It feels like I wrote a rough draft (a shitty first draft, SFD, as Anne Lamott calls it — just gotta get it on paper) and MAILED IT OUT. And wow. That’s not an analogy. That’s what happened.
I WANT IT BACK.
But I can’t have it.[Edited to add: Yes, I still have the manuscript, stored in many different ways. But I think even though I want to edit it, and even though I’m freaking out that I sent it, I want at least a month to let it settle a bit.]
So I’m working on the next thing. It feels really, really good to be working. I have so much more energy now those tonsils are outta there! I was under-the-weather for what, four months? That really drags on you, and I feel SO much better. Me and Digit. We’re feisty again.
But you want to see the kittens, right? Or at least one? And a chihuahua? Or the head of a chihuahua?
Someday we will be able to afford to purchase the rest of the dog.
You enjoy your Labor Day weekend, huh? I’m planning to. Drive safely.